Who Dares To Slander My Senior Brother

CHAPTER 70

After Xi Fang led the disciples to kill Jun YanZhi, the roof of Wen Jing’s house had fallen, and half of one of the walls had collapsed. Broken tiles and ruin were everywhere. Wooden chairs and tables were scattered randomly on the ground, but no one came to clean or repair.

It was already early spring now. The night wind, however, was still cold like a knife.

A black shadow in the mountains moved quickly. In an instant, a person gently landed on the open ground of the house, lowered his head, and looked around.

The bed was cold. The blanket was also cold. There were no traces of human activity.

He slowly sat down on the bed. It was unknown if the expression on his face was calm or stupefied, and his thoughts were a mystery. The big tortoise left his arms and fell onto the ground, quietly lying there.

Jun YanZhi, with extreme focus, caressed the messy marks on the bed, inch by inch.

“Wen Jing……”

His voice disappeared into the night wind.

Feeling around the gap where the bed met the wall, Jun YanZhi slowly pulled up an old book. The moment his fingers touched the book, Jun YanZhi froze. His shoulders caved in, as if a heavy object had pressed down on them.

He finally understood what this book was.

He didn’t know how the little guy got the ability to achieve this or where he found the other inheritance of the Heng Yang palace, the《Five Elements Returning Sword Method》, for him.

Jun YanZhi held the book in his hands and slowly opened it.

The pages were missing and incomplete. Half of the words inside were also missing, like it was suddenly interrupted halfway through the inheritance process. As for what specifically took place, there was no longer anyone to track down and question anymore.

Maybe it was because this book was incomplete, so Wen Jing didn’t tell him?

He really was stupid……

Jun YanZhi slowly sat up from the bed, picked up that wooden chair that had Wen Jing and himself carved on it, and wiped it clean. He lifted and righted the wooden table. Books were scattered all over the floor. Jun YanZhi quietly picked up the books one by one, patted off the dust, and neatly placed them onto the table.

He dazedly sat in front of the table for a while. He pulled out a very familiar book with a blue cover and silently flipped through it.

As expected, every sheet, every page had stories personally drawn by him.

Ever since he returned, he hadn’t been able to find this book anymore. It really was stolen by this little guy.

Once he flipped to the last page, he saw a weird-looking thing that resembled a human hugging a twisted and ugly snake. The word “Jing” was written on the head of the person, and a “Jun” was written on the head of the snake.

Jun YanZhi’s mouth slightly curved up, as if he had forgotten about everything around him.

Suddenly, his eyes darted up. “Duan Xuan?”

The person outside sneered, “You aren’t even willing to call me shifu anymore.”

Jun YanZhi put the book on the table.
“Shifu came to Wen Jing’s house in the middle of the night. You really are in good spirits.”

Duan Xuan slowly walked in, his hands behind his back as he remained silent. His eyes, which were like blades of ice, stared at him.

“Shifu came here to wait for me, right?”